Tag: Westview High School

Relent-Les

This woman will not take no for an answer. Lunch room duty? No problem!

“Thanks, but sadly…I’ve still got diahrrea from our dinner the other night at Toxic Taco.” “No problem! Just bring the chapter and we’ll work on it in the crapper!”

“Thanks, but sadly…I really haven’t spent much time with Cayla lately. I think I should see if she’s around.” “No problem! I tied her up in the janitor’s closet!”

“Thanks, but sadly…you’re really getting to be a pain in the ass.” “No problem! I’ll try killing myself again and you’ll have to rescue me!”

Feck-Les

All Les needs is a pair of suspenders and a  coffee mug to complete his metamorphosis into another quintessential a-hole: Lumbergh from Office Space. “Yeah, ahh, Cayla, I’m gonna need you to go ahead and take a rain check on our movie night, okaaaay? Thaaaaaannks…” And when given the chance to speak now or forever hold her peace, Cayla instead gives her tacit approval…y’all officially deserve whatever you get, Cayla, from here on in.

Clue-Les

Just when even a Harry Dinkle story arc would be welcome…and just when you thought Les couldn’t be more of an insufferable prick.  He doesn’t even allow her to get a sentence out before cutting her off. And Netbusters? Yeah, I’ve got them bookmarked, right along with Facespace.

Great Picasso-esque profile of Les in panel 3: both eyes have begun to migrate to the same side of his face.

It’s personal

Memo to Nate: I guess it’s acceptable for Westview faculty to date one another; however, it’s not cool to snap Cayla’s bra strap, like you appear to be doing in today’s panel 1.

“How the hell should I know where Les is, Nate? Aren’t you his damn boss?”, would be the appropriate reply from Cayla. Instead, she spreads Les’ business about the office (so much for the concept of “personal” day). Susan snaps to at the mention of the Grounded One’s name.

Panel 3, I believe, is a first for this comic: Susan “breaks the fourth wall” and fixes the reader with an ear-to-ear smirk. But instead of giving a “thumbs up”, she extends an index finger. Les is Number One? Or has Susan  harvested a particularly ripe booger, and preparing to do the ol’ picky flicky?

Update: Merry Pookster has helpfully pointed out that “Susan just appears to be ‘crossing’ her fingers for luck.” OK, that clears that up! Thanks, Pookster. I stand by my “breaking the fourth wall” statement.